Name:
Valeryn von Shaetue
Age:
23
Race:
Human
Affiliation:
Mercenary
Physical Description:
Val stands tall, at a whopping 5'10", and he is fairly toned muscle wise. His hair is a dark brown, and it curls into small little locks around his sideburns and the front of his head. His eyes are a mysterious hazel that changes colors from green to a mix to brown relatively often. Val's facial bone structure gives the impression of nobility from the beginning because of its stern visage and sharp angles, but he is prone to laughter and smiling which ruins the effect. He is pretty slender actually, except for his shoulders are broad. His skin used to be pale, but now after a few months of marching and camping, Val is deeply tanned. He bears three scars from the attack on his home at Shaetue, all of them on his chest or right arm, and he has one tattoo of a silver sword upon his right forearm, along with the words Gold for Blood.
Personality:
Val's personality is a rather complicated one, and to understand it, his history must be known. He is the last of the von Shaetues, for his family was wiped out by their rivals the von Trendons, and that has embedded deep into young Valeryn's mind a desire for revenge. The lust for vengeance spawned from the pride he carries in being a von Shaetue, and being of the nobility. With that pride torn away, he is rather lost at the moment, and thats what led to the somewhat random creation of the Silverblade sellsword company. Now, in person, and with his men or strangers, he comes off as a jovial lad, drunk on the joy of life. He jests often, drinks often, and laughs even more often, until the time has come for battle. Then, a death's head grin is plastered to his face, and he takes to the slaughter with a relish, for after the fall of his family he has become a bloodthirsty fellow. His warcry is merely "Shaetue!" and that name is beginning to be known amongst the banditry of the realm. The single greatest quality he cherishes among his men is loyalty to him, and to gold. With the fall of his family, the only thing that holds his loyalty is gold, for even his girlfriend did not survive the fall of Shaetue. With the current state of affairs with the rebellion and what not, he couldnt give a damn as to who holds the throne. Unless one of them hires him, in which case he will care greatly.
Likes:
Gold,
Battle,
Ale,
Singing,
Killing,
Joking,
Arm wrestling
Dislikes:
von Trendons,
Not getting paid,
traitors,
people who can't take a joke,
priests,
and fanatical people, no matter
what they are fanatical about.
Hobbies:
Val enjoys tattooing,
and he is the one who puts the
Silverblade tattoo onto his men's right forearm.
Fears:
Burning alive,
and failing to bring vengeance to the von Trendons
Secrets:
Valeryn owes a large sum of money to a fellow noble, and that is one of the main expenses of the company, and the reason they don't possess the best arms and armor.
Weapons:
Valeryn carries into battle the family longsword Shaetue, a shield emblazoned with his crest, a Silver wolf howling at the moon, mixed with the Silverblade of the company. He also carries a dagger in each boot, and a shortsword at his hip.
Equipment:
Valeryn's personal equipment consists of: A set of hardened leather boots, a chainmail tunic, a set of steel greaves, a steel breastplate, a set of steel gauntlets, a Gothic helmet, a shield, two daggers, family sword, shortsword, and his prize destrier, Frostwind. He also possess 3 tunics, a set of pantaloons, and a coinpurse with three hundred gold coins.
Abilities:
None other then his own natural skills
Bio:
Valeryn was the only son of Lord Renelyn of Shaetue, and as such he was the heir. He was raised in the arts of diplomacy, statecraft, and war. He was an avid student, and on his eighteenth birthday he was introduced to his betrothed, Lady Anne. The two quickly fell in love, and the wedding was set for their 24th birthdays. But alas, this was not to be, for three days after their 23rd, Lord von Trendon made his move to remove the hated Shaetues from power. He led his personal guard and four mercenary companies to attack the Shaetue Tower and the village of Shaetue. The Shaetue guard fought bravely, but were overwhelmed. Lord Renelyn gave Valeryn his sword and shield, and the five best guards, and sent him away. Valeryn ran to his beloved's room to save her, but found her being raped by some soldiers. He went into a rage and slaughtered them, but not before one of them slit her throat. He wept tears then, but then his guards dragged him away and they grabbed horses from the stable. On the road out they ran into the village survivors. Thirty men who had been out working or hunting, only to arrive to find their homes burning. Valeryn called out to them to follow him, and they did. One week later he proclaimed them all a sellsword company, the Silverblades. For the last five months they have been taking contracts and doing work, and they've made somewhat of a name for themselves.
Valeryn von Shaetue
Age:
23
Race:
Human
Affiliation:
Mercenary
Physical Description:
Val stands tall, at a whopping 5'10", and he is fairly toned muscle wise. His hair is a dark brown, and it curls into small little locks around his sideburns and the front of his head. His eyes are a mysterious hazel that changes colors from green to a mix to brown relatively often. Val's facial bone structure gives the impression of nobility from the beginning because of its stern visage and sharp angles, but he is prone to laughter and smiling which ruins the effect. He is pretty slender actually, except for his shoulders are broad. His skin used to be pale, but now after a few months of marching and camping, Val is deeply tanned. He bears three scars from the attack on his home at Shaetue, all of them on his chest or right arm, and he has one tattoo of a silver sword upon his right forearm, along with the words Gold for Blood.
Personality:
Val's personality is a rather complicated one, and to understand it, his history must be known. He is the last of the von Shaetues, for his family was wiped out by their rivals the von Trendons, and that has embedded deep into young Valeryn's mind a desire for revenge. The lust for vengeance spawned from the pride he carries in being a von Shaetue, and being of the nobility. With that pride torn away, he is rather lost at the moment, and thats what led to the somewhat random creation of the Silverblade sellsword company. Now, in person, and with his men or strangers, he comes off as a jovial lad, drunk on the joy of life. He jests often, drinks often, and laughs even more often, until the time has come for battle. Then, a death's head grin is plastered to his face, and he takes to the slaughter with a relish, for after the fall of his family he has become a bloodthirsty fellow. His warcry is merely "Shaetue!" and that name is beginning to be known amongst the banditry of the realm. The single greatest quality he cherishes among his men is loyalty to him, and to gold. With the fall of his family, the only thing that holds his loyalty is gold, for even his girlfriend did not survive the fall of Shaetue. With the current state of affairs with the rebellion and what not, he couldnt give a damn as to who holds the throne. Unless one of them hires him, in which case he will care greatly.
Likes:
Gold,
Battle,
Ale,
Singing,
Killing,
Joking,
Arm wrestling
Dislikes:
von Trendons,
Not getting paid,
traitors,
people who can't take a joke,
priests,
and fanatical people, no matter
what they are fanatical about.
Hobbies:
Val enjoys tattooing,
and he is the one who puts the
Silverblade tattoo onto his men's right forearm.
Fears:
Burning alive,
and failing to bring vengeance to the von Trendons
Secrets:
Valeryn owes a large sum of money to a fellow noble, and that is one of the main expenses of the company, and the reason they don't possess the best arms and armor.
Weapons:
Valeryn carries into battle the family longsword Shaetue, a shield emblazoned with his crest, a Silver wolf howling at the moon, mixed with the Silverblade of the company. He also carries a dagger in each boot, and a shortsword at his hip.
Equipment:
Valeryn's personal equipment consists of: A set of hardened leather boots, a chainmail tunic, a set of steel greaves, a steel breastplate, a set of steel gauntlets, a Gothic helmet, a shield, two daggers, family sword, shortsword, and his prize destrier, Frostwind. He also possess 3 tunics, a set of pantaloons, and a coinpurse with three hundred gold coins.
Abilities:
None other then his own natural skills
Bio:
Valeryn was the only son of Lord Renelyn of Shaetue, and as such he was the heir. He was raised in the arts of diplomacy, statecraft, and war. He was an avid student, and on his eighteenth birthday he was introduced to his betrothed, Lady Anne. The two quickly fell in love, and the wedding was set for their 24th birthdays. But alas, this was not to be, for three days after their 23rd, Lord von Trendon made his move to remove the hated Shaetues from power. He led his personal guard and four mercenary companies to attack the Shaetue Tower and the village of Shaetue. The Shaetue guard fought bravely, but were overwhelmed. Lord Renelyn gave Valeryn his sword and shield, and the five best guards, and sent him away. Valeryn ran to his beloved's room to save her, but found her being raped by some soldiers. He went into a rage and slaughtered them, but not before one of them slit her throat. He wept tears then, but then his guards dragged him away and they grabbed horses from the stable. On the road out they ran into the village survivors. Thirty men who had been out working or hunting, only to arrive to find their homes burning. Valeryn called out to them to follow him, and they did. One week later he proclaimed them all a sellsword company, the Silverblades. For the last five months they have been taking contracts and doing work, and they've made somewhat of a name for themselves.